Fingering/Sneaky Sex

Flora came in later that night in your room. She plopped in your bed and snuggled up to you. At first, you would be a little unnerved by who this could have been, but when you hear your visitor's soft, tired moans, you pieced together who it was.

You wrapped around her and placed your chin on top of her head, smelling her shampoo, a type of sage that might have been from natural wandering. She shivers slightly and pulls closer to you. “Are you cold?”

“A little,” she whispers, rubbing her cheeks against yours. “You’re really hot, though.”

Some air leaves your nose. “You don’t feel cold.”

“Touch me,” she says. “Feel how cold I am.”

A subtle warmth comes over your cheeks. “Flora?”

She goes under your shirt and starts feeling your body. “You’re really warm, Warren.”

“Flora?”

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

There’s some silence. You feel her palm's gentle scratch and rub as she crafts a reply in her mind. “Answering your last question. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

To be honest, you kind of forgot you asked her this. Sex wasn’t on your mind all the time, and you were a little distracted with Alexandra when you went to bed. Expecting Flora to be more contained, you didn’t think you would see her until later.

In the dark, you felt her move close to your lips and kiss you. Her tender mouth presses firmly against yours, and your grunt slightly. “Don’t you want me still?”

You tasted no **** or odd aftertaste. Flora is sober. Not that you’ve witnessed her drunk before. However, if she were under one, you would have suspected to discover her influence by taste and smell alone.

“Are you…OK?” You ask between kisses.

“Yes,” she murmurs, kissing your neck and wrapping her legs around you. “A little horny, but I’m fine.”

You let your hands find her body. You roll your right hand under her shirt– find her not as warm as you would have thought. “You are cold,” you comment.

“I know,” she giggles slightly, nuzzling you again. “I thought about coming in here to snuggle against you, but then I imagined you doing something naughty with me.”

Your cock starts to wake up as you listen to her low whispers, unintentionally sensual. Flora continues her banter. “And when I thought about you doing naughty with me, I wanted to see how much of it you would do.”

You find her breast. Braless and free to touch and admire. Flora catches her breath and swallows when she feels you squeezing on her mound. “So far, you haven’t been as aggressive as I thought, but it feels better than I thought.”

“Do you want me to be…more aggressive with you?”

“No,” Flora says. “This feels nice.”

You can feel her heart starting to pound against her bones and her heat emitting from her body. “I like it when you’re gentle. It defines what I think of you when you’re away. A gentleman in the sheets, but a dog in the field. You’re human, just like me.”

Then you are kissing again. This time it’s heated and joined a sexy dance of tongue. You taste mint in her spit and sense the primal desire in her actions. She chuckles between your making out and grabs your penis through your bottoms. “I’m glad we’re doing this after we get ready for bed. Before, you had morning breath and smelled like nothing. Now you taste like peppermint and smell clean.”

Your mind spins. “Is that what turns you on?”

Another chuckle. “Of course not, but I like it. It reminds me I have standards.”

You bypass the waistband of her pajama bottoms, finding no panties. This surprises you somewhat, and you quickly find her gash. She’s wet– and very hot between her legs. She lets a shaky breath, moving slightly to you so you can finger her pussy. The smooth sensation of her slit makes your cock throb against her teasing.

“Yes,” she quietly moans near your ear. “That turns me on…”

Hearing the lust in her voice and the heat behind those words…You’re only capable of doing what she likes. “Just tell me what you want, Flora.”

A curious index curls around her moist entry, making her squirm and let out chirps of pleasure. You listen intently while also focusing on her exciting movement. One hand joins the fun and explores her body, so every curve and imperfection is noticed.

“Don’t get us caught,” you warn,

“I- I won’t,” she gasped. “But, I’m starting to feel dizzy–?!”

Your middle finger shoots between her lips, and she jolts. A moan nearly bleeds out, but she bites down on your shoulder slightly. Her incisors don’t break the skin, but they do surprise you. “Oh, my God… what– why–? So suddenly!”

Her hips gently roll with the motions of your hand’s thrust, fucking herself with your finger as she settles down. Despite Flora being somewhat conservative most of the time, you felt a surge of sexual excitement shoot through your system as she introduced a much more passionate side of her personality. You liked this part of her. Spontaneous lust took the form of almost drunken lovers the last time you had been intimate with Flora, but now you fooled each other like this was a familiar ritual to express your brand of intimacy.

“Take it off,” she murmurs, and you start to take off her clothes, but she hisses. “No. I meant your cock.”

“Oh,” you whisper, feeling your face redden at the confusion.

You do as she asks, and you are soon naked from the waist down. Flora stretches her fingers around your girth, her voice getting caught in her throat as everything decent exits her skull– the only things left in her head are dicks, sex, and you.

Her motions are a little rough at first, but when you treat your member with a few passes of your own head, you are greeted with Flora’s personally made lubricate, which makes this seem like a dirty exploration of your desires.

The fingers of your hands are busy, and Flora can admit the same. She travels your inner thighs, juggles your balls, rubs your nipples while you feel her curves, explores her mounds and makes gentle pulls to get her closer to your body.

Then, your lips meet, and she mouths into it. It’s the first time she’s made any actual noise. The muffled effect it has makes it sound like she’s in the room adjacent to yours, but that false idea is stomped by your sense of touch and taste even.

After a few seconds of a sloppy kiss, Flora pulls back and pants, moving her hips along your fingers again. “Fuck. Oh, my God, baby. I want to feel you inside of me.”

You kiss her, thrashing your fingers into her gash. You can feel her back arch slightly as she lets out another deep mouth. You slow down and wait a moment before breaking the kiss. She takes a few deep inhales of breath. “H-how do you want me?”

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You find yourself throbbing with anticipation in the dark. You can feel the excitement and the wonder of it. Flora isn’t the first girl to mount you, of course, but you’ve never wanted a (mortal) girl to be on top of you this badly before.

Your hands join together as you blindly guide yourself into her sensitive gash with your other hand. A few sighs and awkward gasps are coaxed out during this process, but as soon as you get the tip plugged into her, there’s a moment of bliss.

“Oh, fuuuck~!” Flora quietly whimpers. “Oh God, yes!!”

In the darkness of your room, you can’t help but notice that your sense of touch is more sensitive. You can feel every inch of your cock get stimulated with pleasure as it slides into Flora’s tight slit.

You reach out and touch her breasts as she lowers herself to further the connection of your bodies. She’s warm– warmer than she had suggested when she first slithered into your bedsheets. Your hands roll down her sides, admiring her curves and heat as more of you are coaxed closer to her womb.

Small, less-than-innocent murmurs bubble out of her mouth, voicing incoherent wishes of sexually obtained bliss. You can feel her hips rolling, milking your dick as she fights the urge to scream. You hold her steady and gently move your hips forward.

Eventually, she grabs both your hands and leans forward. You can only see the vague characteristics of her face, but her panting is pronounced. You feel and smell her breath as she finally lowers herself all the way down your shaft. She grinds slightly, moving around while she is impaled by your member.

“Balls deep,” she gasps. “You’re balls deep inside of me, Warren.”

“You feel incredible,” you whisper back.

“That…I was thinking the same thing about you~!” Flora’s voice pitches a tone higher than usual, but you suppose your dick has something to do with that.

With your fingers intertwined, you gently squeeze her hands. “Are you OK?”

She giggles slightly, and you think you can see Flora’s lips in a cute smile. “Of course,” she leans in to kiss you. As you kiss, she moves again, proceeding with her ride while you dance with your tongues.

You gently work your waist against her busy hips, fucking her as she grinds at first, but when she stops moving, you take over and begin thrusting– full send without worry about it for a couple of seconds before she starts moaning. You feel her breathing against you. You haven’t stopped, but you’ve slowed down considerably, so she doesn’t make too much noise. She’s got herself wrapped around you, so even the slightest of movements gives you sensual stimulation. You warn her that she needs to be quiet, but you can tell lust is taking over her mind as she replies. “I want them to hear,” she murmurs between harsh breaths. “Then they’ll have to kick us out.”

Your cock twitches, making her shiver, and she lets out another weak moan. You shudder as well, but you let go of her hand and play with her ass cheeks, slowly moving in and out her gash as it makes lewd noises.

To be honest, it was becoming hard for you to think straight too, but there was no gain with the risk of you being caught, so you proceeded to screw into her pussy in slow motions, enjoying every inch you were poking into. The sounds from not just your filthy acts but also the constant low yelps and beep breaths from Flora, too– the dark made these noises seem much more intimate than if she could be seen. In your mind, however, you saw her face, pink with bliss and wet with emotion; her eyes were either dull in color or wild with love; you couldn’t decide which suited her best in this moment of intimacy.

You change your grip and practically begin hugging her, so Flora’s chest is firmly pressed against yours while you work your hips into hers. Those dirty, naughty moans increase in volume, making your heart race with anticipation. Will you be heard, or will you not? You kiss her, hoping you stifle your sounds of lovemaking, but it gives her confidence to be louder now that she’s muffled.

Beneath her weight and experiencing all of these sensations, you rapidly approached your limit. While you are coming to the conclusion of how to spend your orgasm, Flora is releasing all of her worth over you, spreading her girl-brand cum all over your cock like she had an endless supply of juices in her system.

She huffs, her breath not just hot against your ear but also seductive. Her words have been forgotten, and the mutual fear of getting caught has the leftovers trapped in her lungs, despite her saying she didn’t care about being seen by the others.

Flora lets out a few raspy words, telling you that you are hitting all the right spots in her tunnel, and she does work these compliments out; she shivers and lets out a pitched yelp again– likely cumming a second time while your cock is driven into her depths a countless time. In the meantime, you are also in an ocean of sexual emotions; your cock feels overly sensitive and near its point of no returns. Your senses of touch and sound fuel the desire to let loose and fill her to the brim.

All other humans and spiritual entities are suddenly forgotten in the moment of lust. You warn Flora that you are about to cum, but all this conjures her to do is bite lightly down on your shoulder. Taking that as the “OK” to cum inside of her, you start pumping an ample amount of spunk into her tightness, painting them in a clear and milky substance too. You want to groan with Flora, but you have to hold your breath just so you aren’t blowing your own cover, either. You can feel Flora’s saliva drain from her mouth and over your shoulder as she feels the hot load invade her most private space. There’s no regret from either member of the party.

You grab Flora’s ass and gently motion her up and down on your rod while you are still hard but now softening. Eventually, you slip out after a dozen or show passes, and she grunts. Cool air fills the gaping hole as your mixed cocktail of sex spills out on top of you.

“I…fucking can’t…” Flora laughs a little and kisses you passionately. Her tongue rolls around yours and slithers around your teeth like a playground before returning. “That was so hot.”